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Aug 2015
i haven't dreamt since mid-June
when my eyes were ripe
and in full bloom
flourishing
everlasting;
lucidly distant
so it seems now
like yesterday was something
you could keep in a jar
i kept my door ajar at night
wanting to feeling the light of the moon
knowing that spiders could creep in too
and everything blossoming
wilted too soon
isabella
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